High Sierra Moment The Toheemeanders a meadowhome in its grassesto purple perstemmen,blue lupin, orange puccoon,yellow-eyed daisies mirrors at its wide bendgray granite mountains,tamed by distancebut exacting rigorfor every step higherevery broader view I watchthe mountain water flow—so incredibly clear,lucid almost,as consciousas purpose grasped,as transparentas every brown, beige, taupe, copper, ivorypebble in its deep andslip silentlyinexorablyContinue reading “High Sierra Moment”